1 Poetry

I got the news, I got the fire,
& I am burned on the banality of evil,
back in the day when we smoked 'em straight
& down in the front
to watch the twisting -
a vigorish codes our stolen jones,
on needful games a stunt or a poke,
our beast or creep to blame for flames,
break &...

(alternate title is "Off to the Creepshow")
Dark of den & creep,
dripping teeth of night.
Needling eyes
on the prize.
Shadows blast
from the paper bag
flash:
on the maw
of a muzzle
I got the news...
the...